You’ve got me humming,
And buzzing.
The reason I’m doing my hair in the morning.
Little daydreams,
Of something that could be
This isn’t a poem about love,
Just a poem about the curve of your back
That my fingers like to trace
And the little kisses in the stairwell,
We like to steal when no one is looking.
I’ll compare you to my glass of wine,
Light.
Something innocent and
Refreshing,
Giving me the perfect little buzz.
I’m not drunk on love.
Just enough.
And I’m not
And I’m not
And I’m not counting stars,
I’m enjoying the sunrises,
And how floral you make me feel,
When you look at me with soft grass in your eyes.
I’m going to keep enjoying this longest afternoon,
Drinking up your positivity and soft touches
Until our eventual sunset
But you know, sunsets are beautiful too.
-Taylor